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he was sharp in his day.
But now...
We stopped
at a light yesterday,
and I see this nanny,
black girl,
pushing a baby carriage.
Coming the other way,
there's another one
with this old lady
in a wheelchair
- staring off into space.
- The circle of life.
The circle jerk of life.
Where's the dignity?
If you're lucky, in the end you can
let go of your pride,
let your loved ones
care for you.
I'd rather they hold
a pillow over my face.
I find it interesting
you would say that.
You tried to smother
your mother with a pillow.
- What?
- In the hospital, after her stroke.
The fuck I did!
I grabbed a pillow,
but it was...
just to keep my hands
occupied.
Have you considered
getting your uncle
some live-in help?
We got a girl comes in days,
she's from Trinidad.
Does he have the means
for assisted living?
Did you just say to let your loved ones
take care of you?
- If it's feasible.
- Well, he's my uncle.
I don't think that's what
we're talking about.
What are we
talking about?
The fact that you still,
after all this time,
cannot accept you had a mother
who didn't love you.
In pitying your uncle,
the man she conspired with,
you're turning the blame
for what she did
back on yourself again,
after all this time.
What was your mother like?
Did she ever let you down,
hurt your feelings?
Of course she did.
She was controlling
and manipulative at times.
- She also never tried to kill me.
- I pushed her over the edge.
By placing her in a lovely
retirement community.
It's a nursing home!
It's less hurtful to believe
that they were right
to try and destroy you
than to accept the fact
that she didn't value you.
Hesh is a personal
friend of mine,
and the kid is
his son-in-law.
Now I know Phil's got
a lot on his plate, but come on.
I'll talk to John. I was taking
my sister there Saturday anyway.
How is Ginny?
Carmela says she's got her hands full.
The kid has the weight
of the world on her.
Ray-Bans.
Classic, affordable.
I just put those
on special.
You got something
a little more current?
Like those.
Armanis.
Flexible acetate frames,
rimless lenses.
You know what?
I left my wallet in the car.
I'll catch you next time.
Some people
from the IRS came by.
They want to inventory
the entire house.
Maybe I should
sell the car,
at least get some
liquidity out of it.
The Maserati?
Can't say I disagree.
That breaks my
fucking heart.
Christopher Moltisanti
came over to the house asking about it.
He'll pay cash, he said.
There's something else,
John,
Phil related.
The Hairdo, he's in a beef
with the Jew.
What?
God damn it, what?
The Jew's son-in-law.
It got physical.
Your friend from Jersey got involved,
but he can't get Phil to focus.
Do I not have enough
on my fucking mind?
The guy from Jersey
asked me to tell you.
Well, then call Phil
and have him fucking handle it!
Don't yell at my brother, John.
He's trying to do right by us.
The pictures
from Allegra's shower.
Noon he said, right?
Passive-aggressive
bullshit.
I recognize that in people
every time now.
There he is.
Ho, finally. I was starting to grow
mushrooms out my ass.
There's an image.
So Gerry filled me in
on the way over.
This whole thing was
a complete misunderstanding.
Yeah, this Eli kid, I had any idea
he was with you,
- I would have never...
- He didn't tell you about Hesh?
I asked who he was. He high-handed me.
I thought he was a civilian.
Still, to get dragged
by a car?
For the record, though,
the car thing was a hit-and-run.
So what do we do here?
- What did we say?
- 25 sounds right.
He's bleeding internally.
Pain, suffering...
So you tell me. 50?
Yeah, fair enough.
Could we segue now
into something more pressing?
The floor is yours,
Senator.
I spoke to John. The split on the office
park is way out of whack.
Same thing
as the Esplanade.
Apples and bowling balls, Tony.
With fuel costs now...
Like you're not
passing that on
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